Blue Romance - Black Honey

She’s a tiny ballerina

Spinning round on your finger

Pulse through paradise, blood and fever

All the world comes in focus when you see her

And the beautiful lie looks you dead in the eye so slow

Twisted in sheets only you that I see, you know

Give me blue romance

Give me truth or dance

Cause I die by the knife

I live by the light and I

Give me Elvis singing

And your gold hips as they’re swinging

Songs that bury me deep within

The beat that goes in me

Stick and poke, James Dean

Cut you out of a magazine

Velvet peach, golden palm trees

I can taste your temperature on the back of my teeth

In the weirdest of dreams through the pale blue you I see

And the kids can be cruel in your Catholic school growing up

They’re not born strange enough to be young and in love like us

Give me blue romance

Give me truth or dance

Cause I die by the knife

I live by the light and I

Give me Elvis singing

And your gold hips as they’re swinging

Songs that bury me deep within

The beat that goes in me

Give me blue romance

Give me truth or dance

Cause I die by the knife

I live by the light and I

Give me Elvis singing

And your gold hips as they’re swinging

Songs that bury me deep within

The beat that goes in me

The beat that goes in me

The beat that goes in me